as he slept
the shadows crept
into his darkened
bedroom
they surrounded him
sleeping unsound
in a cocoon
of broken tragedy
one of the shimmering
pools of black
produced
a small jar
a set of tweezers
and last
but certainly
not least
one wriggling slug
which was
carefully
dropped directly
into his ear
burrowing deep
into beneath
his right eye

now awake
yet blissfully
unaware of
any shadowed
duplicity
just a new
pressure
slowlty pulsing
from his
cheekbone
to right ear
a simple
sinus infection
he tells himself
grimacing
in pain
from the strobing
fluctuations of
his ill gotten
passenger